What i' the way of final flourish? Prose, verse? Try!
Affliction sore long time he bore, or, what is it to be?
Till God did please to grant him ease. Do end!" quoth I:
"I end with—Love is all, and Death is naught!" quoth She.
RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY
OR
TURF AND TOWERS
TO MISS THACKERAY